Grey Day

Morning is silver

Gleaming heavens, silver seas

Silver droplets slice glistening sky

 .

Shivering puddles

Quenching rain on thirsty lands

Silver beads poised, rolling, falling

 .

Whispers of wind

Soft sparkle of receding dreams

Fresh promise shimmering

 .

On far horizon

Blue is rising

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Amtoft 2012

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